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Good morning Coitusers,

Again with our ongoing series we have two people being Bad Mother Coitus Persons of the Week

Our first person of the week makes his living by stealing back boats. And I'm not talking about your bulk cruisers I'm talking about the big effing cargo ships. Ladies and Men... F. Max Hardberger.

Secondly a hundred year old man who fended off evil doers that were trying to accost him as he came home from the bar by using the old kung fu... 100% awesome.

I have long taken issue with the labeling of generations especially when we have one named "the Greatest Generation" and another called the "Lost Generation". However, Wikipedia's entry concerning generations is interesting in how it labels the newest generation of Americans as the "New Silent Generation".

Bad Mother Coitus has always prided itself on being a day late and a buck short. To the largest sense of the word this means that when we decide to have a word about the significance of February we do so on the first day of March. Still it is interesting why February only has 28 days.

I have been getting about three hours of sleep per night. Not because I'm full of my usual rage and vigor but more because I have deep matters on my brain. Surely if the Russians would've won the war and sleep labs would've been instituted perhaps Communism wouldn't have looked so bad.

The $1000 brownie. Wow. I couldn't find a great link to it, but this the actual restaurant website. Imagine, if you will, going out for a nice drink, you've got a pretty little thing out on your arm that you're too cheap to bring out for a real meal so the two of you stop in for just a drink. She admits to you that she is starving and while you hold your breath in horror for having to pay for an entree only to be mildly relieved that she only orders desert. Then the cheque comes. This brownie, in all actuality, is only a $350 brownie with most of the cost going into the Quinta do Noval Nacional that it is served with.


Pillow Fights across NYC!?! Surely the end is upon us when 2000 strong gather to fight with pillows. I don't really know the how or why, but of special note there is a fat guy with his shirt off that surely could be up for person of the week as he swings his pillow like he means it.

In a sense I love public transportation but I cannot help but notice that almost all of these are either in Europe or in Asia. I cut my teeth on underground rail stations with the tube and was assuming that this is the way that the CTA would be. I have thus far been sorrily disappointed.